Fantasy

Dragon Bond
“There weren’t always dragons in this valley.” Jackie said to herself, “Not until those crazy scientists started re-creating them.” She added under her breath. She inched closer to the ledge, the dragons were breeding now, and Janos said there was a nest up here. “I didn’t believe it until I saw that monstrosity fly in. What kind of DNA had they used anyway?” She had heard that once they dug up a cache of dinosaur bodies that had been in a deep freeze for a millennium, they had to mess around and try re-making them, Janos said they mixed dinosaur, crocodile, and frog DNA and then added eagles to the mix to get wings. ‘Who in their right mind thought making a dragon was a good idea?’
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Coming Clean
Dear Momma, There has been a secret that I have been keeping from you. Something that has been weighing on me for some time. About 2 years ago I was sucked through a portal. That portal led to a world filled with magic, dragons, elves, and many other kinds of creatures and people. This world had humans like ours but their technology was hundreds of years behind ours. However, with the help of their magic, they can accomplish the same things we can. While there, I met many different kinds of people. Such as people that were half human and half animal (beast people), elves, dragons, dwarfs, and even fairies, small creatures who guarded the Great Forest.
By Cristian Grover4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, I doubt a dragon had ever set foot, or claw, in Salt Lake Valley before today. Now, as I gazed out at the city below, I saw the outlines of winged creatures scaling buildings and harassing morning commuters. And it was all my fault.
By H. M. Pack4 years ago in Fiction
Oathbreaker
‘There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.’ Those words would spend many years haunting me. There are times in the world where destiny announces itself with a mighty roar of challenge and others with the softest of whispers. My doom was written in the throwaway words of a vagrant, on the eve of my manhood.
By Frank W Law4 years ago in Fiction
Half a Soul
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Their coming changed everything. No longer did the Chakha send out parties to hunt hares or graze cattle. They did not separate into nomadic groups to wander the steppe beneath the Uul peaks or take their rites in the icy waters of the lakes that lay beneath them, reflecting rock faces back into the sky. Neither the sun nor the moon guided them because the Chakha did not move beneath their light.
By Liv Savell4 years ago in Fiction
MYSTICAL DRAGONS
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Dragons didn't appear until a few years ago according to legend. Stories told of their fiery breath that blew across the sky sending waves of red, blue, yellow, and black against the stars late at night. Golden flames danced during the daylight as if they were dancing the tango with the sun.
By Belinda Grissam4 years ago in Fiction
Baypool's Bounty
“There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley,'' he murmured, concentrating on the last of a series of stitches lining her upper arm.
By Emily Morrison4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Farmer
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Until my grandfather brought them down from the mountains with the ambition to start the worlds first free-range dragon farm, no one in Terracini Valley had ever tasted dragon meat let alone seen one up close. Nowadays, you can find dragon meat in almost every pantry in the world. Who doesn’t recall their grandmothers recipe for minced dragon pie? Or that all-too-controversial pizza topping of dragon liver? And I know it’s not just my family where it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without a Dragon Loaf at the center of the feast table - complete with mashed potatoes, corn, and lingonberry sauce on the side.
By Jade Ferifyre4 years ago in Fiction
A Thief In My Garden
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I was the first, and the best. The best dragon gardener, that is. My carrots are the sweetest, my zucchini the tenderest, my blue potatoes the most succulent. No other dragon can match my expertise in the garden.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
translucence
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I was at my desk in middle school when they first arrived an an otherwise normal, sunny Tuesday. My teacher, Ms. Drake was going on about fractions (I hated fractions), so I was daydreaming and staring out the window. Suddenly, the fire alarm began honking out its piercing, pulsating song. The class cheered at the welcome break from math, some kids excitedly giving each other high-fives. Our principal came over the loudspeaker to give her speech about safety, reminding us to "walk in an orderly fashion" to the parking lot. As I went through the halls towards the exit, I saw a few teachers crying. Some of the older kids looked a little scared, too. I didn't smell smoke, but I could tell something wasn't right. We got outside and there were a few police officers holding back a crowd of yelling, frightened parents.
By KB4 years ago in Fiction
The lost dragon of Kattalhi
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But if there's one thing you need to know about the Valley of Kattalhi, it's this. Although it has always been a haven for outcasts, the disowned and the forgotten - it is also a place of wonder.
By Lauren Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Evelyn
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Evelyn was running fast. Well, as fast as she could in her big dress and clunky heels. She really needed to catch that train. The six o’clock was the last train for the evening going out to Egbert and she just had to see Thomas before he left for South Africa for good. It was her last chance to set things straight. She couldn’t leave things the way they were or she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
By Marta Raptis4 years ago in Fiction